Monday, April 17, 2017

reciprocate

i've never understood
wherein lies the fault
do i ever choose wrong
or is it me that don't belong
i open up my soul
to those who seem so keen
but then they don't reciprocate
and so I demean myself
ingloriously prostrate
the doormat of doormats
in front of an entrance
i, myself, can never
pass through

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